Two different nights in Charlottesville, Virginia, two groups of people marching, two groups of people carrying lights shining against the night sky, and two groups of people bearing within their souls strong feelings. The difference is this — one group carried burning torches and the other group carried flickering candles. If we cannot tell the difference between torches and candles (and these two groups of people and their intentions), then God help us, because I’m not sure anything, including Taking a Breath, can help us. One group has torn our country apart with their message of white supremacy and hate, and the other group carried candles to remember victims of a protest, using light to bring people together in their grief and hope and love. My faith moves me to always, always, always be a candle person.